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I wasn’t able to sleep properly. The scenes from the past two days kept playing in my head. Whenever I closed my eyes, mom’s naked body appeared before me. She was lying in Grand D’s bed, and all the men fucking her. For some reason, it didn’t offend me. It just made me horny.
I wished I could experience something like that. She made it look so easy and great. She looked so happy. I wanted to feel that joy as well. To be fair, back then, I did not know about sex. Absolutely nothing. I had never read about it in books nor heard of it from my friends or anyone else.
If someone had come to me and said the word sex, I would have assumed they meant to ask my gender. That’s how ignorant I was.
I woke up later than usual the next morning. Mom wasn’t there when I woke up. I stepped out of the room. I passed Rodney’s room on my way to the stairs. It was empty. My grandfather was at the breakfast table. He had a folded newspaper in his hands.
“Morning, Grand D,” I greeted affectionately.
I went over to him and hugged him. It was just 24 hours earlier that I had learned that my Grand D was my biological father. My feelings for him had changed drastically. Now, I wasn’t hugging my grandfather. I was hugging my actual father. I wanted to call him dad, but I had to hold back.
They didn’t know that I had found out. If they realised that, they would know I had watched them having sex, and they would stop doing it. And I didn’t want that.
“I love you, Grand D,” I whispered and kissed him on his cheek.
“I love you too, my child,” he pulled my face close and kissed me on my forehead.
“I love you too,” said mom, kissing my head.
She sat my breakfast down on the table. She picked up Grand D’s empty coffee cup and plate and headed to the kitchen. She was wearing the same night dress as the previous day.
“Where’s everyone else?” I inquired as I sipped my glass of milk.
“Your Uncle Russell has taken the boys with him. He’s gone to the gas station to get the truck fueled up for the journey and get the tires inspected,” mom said over her shoulder.
She got distracted by my question and took her eyes off the path ahead for a split second. She bumped into the counter, and the cup fell out of her hand. It smashed against the floor hard and got shattered into pieces.
She went into the backyard and came back with a broom and a trash pan. Mom’s back faced us. Grand D was lost in his newspaper. She bent over. The hemline of her dress got pulled up. She wasn’t wearing any panties. A white gooey fluid brimmed on her pussy lips.
A drop dripped from her pussy as her booty shook while she cleaned the shards. It was clear that they had sex just before I came from my room. Clearly, mom hadn’t had time to clean herself up. A few hours later, we all gathered in the living room.
“Michael, Sulekha, and Freya would take Grand D’s car while the rest of us will go in my pick-up truck,” said Uncle Russell.
“We can all fit in the truck,” Shaun bhaiya suggested.
“Michael and Sulekha have to reach Florida before us. Michael has the bachelor’s party to plan. And Sulekha – because – um – Eva wants her there,” Uncle Russell cooked up a lie on the spot.
“Why can’t Freya come with us?” Shaun bhaiya argued.
“What’s she going to do amongst all the boys? At least there she’d have other girls to talk to,” explained Uncle Russell.
“Can I travel with Freya and Aunt Sulekha?” Rodney pleaded, “Please, dad!”
“No!” Uncle Russell rejected sternly.
“But I have tests coming up once we get back home. And Freya has been really helpful with my studies. Especially with my Math. At least with her, I’ll be able to prepare well,” Rodney protested.
“I’d be happy to help my little cousin,” I said teasingly.
“I’m not little. We are merely 19 months apart,” Rodney snarled.
“Let him come. If it’s about his studies and exam, then we should definitely not play around with that,” said mom.
“Nice lie,” I whispered into Rodney’s ears as we made our way to the car.
“It wasn’t a lie. I have my tests coming up soon,” he whispered back, “and you better help me.”
“Why me?”
“You’re Indian. You are supposed to be good at Math,” Rodney said sharply.
We got into the car and drove off. Though the distance could have been covered within 17 hours had we driven at a stretch, it took us 2 days to get to Panama City. We had a stop-and-start trip.
We arrived at a motel. Michael bhaiya booked 2 rooms for us. But rather than keeping mom and me in one, he kept Rodney and me in 1 room, and he and mom took the other one. At noon, his friends arrived at the motel as well. We stepped out of the room when they arrived to welcome them.
“Hey, guys! How’s it going,” Michael bhaiya greeted his friends, “You guys know my younger brother Rodney. Well, this is my beautiful Indian Aunt Sulekha. She’s the wife of my Uncle Gab. And this is her daughter and my baby cousin, Freya. And these are my friends – Chris, John, Joe, Harry, Sam, and Andy. And Chris, here is the groom.”
“So, you are the one who’s marrying my niece,” mom said cheerfully.
“Yes, mam,” Chris said in a reserved manner.
“I would love to get to know you. See what kind of a man you are,” mom jested.
“I’ll try to live up to your expectations, mam,” Chris said shyly.
“You better,” mom teased. Chris was nervous. He thought mom was giving him a hard time.
“Your Aunt is too hot, Mick,” Joe commented on mom. She blushed. Joe got defensive, “sorry – was it out of line?”
“Not at all, Joe. It’s nice to call a woman hot,” mom said, smiling.
“She’s not only hot but cool as well,” Sam remarked appreciatively.
“Did Indians really write the Kamasutra?” John quizzed.
“Yes,” said mom.
“You guys must be really great at sex, then,” John remarked, “I wish I could have sex with an Indian someday. See how good they are in bed,” he mused.
“Maybe one day,” mom muttered enthusiastically.
“Or one night,” Michael bhaiya murmured under his breath.
“I have such a strong urge to give you a hug right now,” Harry said hesitantly. His cheeks reddened
“Is that so,” exclaimed mom, “bring it in then,” she opened her arms.
Harry beamed. He jumped on her and hugged her. Others took courage from him and hugged her as well. John went further and planted a kiss on each of her cheeks. Mom kissed him back as well in a similar fashion.
“I’ve made arrangements for the bachelor’s party at the beach,” Michael bhaiya informed his friends, “Put your stuff in your rooms and let’s head out to have lunch.”
Later that night, Rodney and I were in our room. We had turned the lights off to make it look like we were asleep. I stood at the door and kept my eye on the outside through the peephole.
First, Michael bhaiya and his friends came out of their rooms and headed toward the beach. Then, a few minutes later, mom came out of her room and made her way out of the motel parking lot. When she had put some distance between herself and the rooms, Rodney and I stepped out of ours.
We turned the key, locked the room, and followed her. While coming back to the motel after lunch, Michael bhaiya showed mom where the beach was and how to get there from the motel. Since we were in the car with him as well, we learned the way. The beach wasn’t that far away from the motel.
Hardly 15 minutes on foot. But mom walked slowly as she wore bridal lehenga, bridal jewellery, and high heels. Her payal chimed with her every step. Initially, we couldn’t see Michael bhaiya or his friends when we got to the beach. But mom somehow knew where she was going.
To our left were some rocks. Some were small, while some were twice the size of a full-grown man. In front of us were a single large dune, a sandy beach and the ocean.
Mom held her lehenga and climbed up the dune. We followed her but made sure we remained hidden in the shadows of the rocks. On the other side, Michael bhaiya had set up a long foldable steel table and some beach chairs on the white sandy beach. There was a lot of food there and plenty of drinks.
“Hello, boys,” mom addressed them all.
“What’s this,” they all said in unison. They were startled.
Michael bhaiya got up and explained everything, “Guys – I present our guest of honour for this bachelor’s party. The Hottest among the hottest. The Sexiest among the sexiest. The woman is blessed with divine beauty and an angelic body. None other than my Aunt, the Amazing Indian Bride.”
Everyone was stunned. Chris had to pick his jaw up. Michael bhaiya put on seductive music on the boombox. Mom climbed on the table and began to dance. She twirled her hips, even shook her booty in their faces. The men were in awe.
She took off her dupatta, waved it in the air, and dropped it in John’s face. Her choli was in the form of a tube top knotted at the back. She twerked like a professional stripper before the drooling men. Her payal chimed with every step.
Mom held her hand out. Chris took it and climbed on the table, and joined her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and made him hold her waist. She stood on her toes to match his height. Their tongues met, and then their lips.
They continued to twerk each other. At the same time, they were locked in the most intense and wild form of kissing I had ever seen till then. His hands began to move up her body. They finally reached the knot of her choli and undid it. He balled the choli in his fist and threw it away.
He grabbed mom’s boobs and took them in his mouth. He sucked her milk, licked her nipples, bit them softly, squeezed them like a stress ball, and kissed them like trophies. Mom was getting worked up with his kisses. But she maintained her dancing nevertheless.
As he released her from his grip, mom went to each of the other friends of Michael bhaiya. She bent over them and sprayed their faces with the milk from her breast. It worked like a spell on them. They were enchanted and just couldn’t control themselves.
Chris grabbed her ghagra from behind and pulled. Like the layers of an onion, it got peeled off her body. Mom was wearing nothing underneath. She was a bare body on the beach in front of those men. Chris made mom face him. He pulled her close by her ass and kissed her.
His hands squeezed her ass, spreading and pressing her butt cheeks. He went down on mom. She stood on his face, her legs on either side of his shoulders. He opened up her pussy lips with his thumbs and started licking her clit. Mom pulled his hair out in excitement. She drew deep and rapid breaths.
“Michael, turn off the music. The only music I want to hear now is the moans of this ultimate slut,” Chris ordered, “You are a slut, aren’t you?” he addressed mom.
“Oh honey, from this moment onwards till your wedding, I’m whatever you want me to be,” mom replied.
“In that case, you are our slut,” said Chris aggressively.
Mom went down on her knees. The music had been turned off for some time now. Chris took his shirt off while mom removed his pants and underwear. His cock was rock hard. It was white as snow, long and thick.
Mom spat on it and gave it a rub. She planted a kiss on the tip like it was her child. Chris combed her hair with his fingers. He then grabbed them with both hands and shoved his cock into her mouth. Mom’s hands were on his thighs. He wasn’t gentle at all with her.
He fucked her mouth vigorously. Sometimes, he’d push his big fat cock deep down her throat so that it would nearly choke her. Then, he’d pull it out, and mom would gasp for air. Her face turned red. He would shove it back in, and the same story repeated itself.
He pushed his dick too deep down her throat that when he cummed, even his balls were inside her mouth. Mom coughed when he pulled his dick out. Michael bhaiya thumped her back to make sure she didn’t choke on cum. She was able to spit out some of it. But I believe she had swallowed most of it.
Mom got on all her fours. She faced Andy. Her bum turned towards Chris. Chris got to his knees. He slapped her butt and spread them open. He buried his face in her ass crack. Andy got up from his chair. Mom undid his belt, and he dropped his pants.
She took his dick, shagged it to get it up, and took it in her mouth. She sucked Andy off while Chris (the groom) ate her cunt. Gradually, he got aroused again. His tool was ready to do the work one more time.
“Okay, come here, you slut,” Chris pulled mom away from Andy.
“Oh, come on,” Andy grunted, “at least let her make me cum.”
“I’m getting married this Sunday. It’s my Bachelor’s Party. I want to fuck her,” Chris snarled.
“Don’t worry, I can suck you off while he drills my pussy,” said mom, smiling, “It has gotten wet after all. And I need a pounding.”
“That’s like a good slut,” praised Chris.
He made mom lay flat on her back. She beamed from ear to ear and opened her legs wide. Chris placed himself right in the middle of them. He rubbed her wet clit before setting the tip of his shaft and pushing it inside her baby-making hole.
“Oh baby, what a cock!” mom exclaimed. The pleasure was eminent on her face. “Oh, my niece is such a lucky woman,” she added profoundly.
“You can pay a visit to your niece anytime,” Chris replied as he began nailing her cunt, “I’m sure she and I would be happy to have you.”
“Are we allowed to visit as well?” Joe inquired teasingly.
“If you guys don’t, who will she turn into a slut,” Chris answered.
“Ahhh, ahhh, you want to turn my niece into a slut, yeah, ahhh, is that so,” mom moaned.
“She’s your niece. She should know how to be a slut,” Chris argued.
“Yes, baby, yes, you’re right. She’s my niece, yes, make her a slut,” mom cried, “Oh god, fuck me, Chris. It feels so good. What a cock! Oh god, I want you for life. Fuck me, split my pussy in two. My pussy deserves a cock like yours, yes, yes, it does, it does, yes.”
“Mick, your Aunt is such a bitch, man. I like her already,” Sam remarked.
“Ah, Sulekha, I’m cumming,” Chris cried suddenly. He grunted while he shot his load inside mom’s pussy, “Oh, Sulekha,” he said after falling on top of her, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum this quick. You are a woman of a different breed.”
“This is the woman you should breed,” Michael Bhaiya jested.
“Trust me, bro, I’ll breed her. I’ll breed every woman in her house. I’ll make frequent visits to India. I’ll make sure to put my baby in her belly. I will have a child with her. After all, I’m going to be family, ” Chris said aggressively.
Chris slapped mom’s boobs and got off. Harry pulled mom down from the table. He first kissed her and then turned her around and made her bend over the table. He kissed her butt and licked her ass and cum filled pussy. Mom giggled. He kissed her back and pushed his shaft into her hole.
“Oh fuck, not again,” mom cried, “My ass, not my ass. Why do you guys go after my ass?”
“Because it’s so fucking awesome,” Harry said through his teeth and thrust his cock deep.
“Ah, it hurts, my ass, it hurts,” mom cried in pain. Harry paid no attention to her words and drilled her ass hard. Mom moaned after the pain subsided. Harry unloaded inside mom’s asshole. When he pulled out, she got down on her knees, licked, and sucked his dick clean.
Rodney and I came back to the motel. We were quiet on our way back, but once inside our room, we discussed what we had seen. Mom and others came back to the motel in the morning. I didn’t see the time then. But the sun was up, so it must have been after 6:30.
I peeked through the peephole. Mom was a mess. Her hair was going in all directions. Her makeup was ruined, and her mascara formed a long smudge on her cheeks. She had her ghagra on, but her choli was missing. She had covered her boobs with her long hair and her dupatta.
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